"Actually, this is perfect viewing for the day between Good Friday and Easter," said the Resident Fan Boy, not quite pompously.
After an exhausting afternoon guiding younger daughter and Demeter (and, truth be told, the RFB himself) through the steps of decorating eggs using shaving cream, I felt like kicking back with a bit of ballet on my Royal Opera streaming subscription, and chose The Dante Project.
As we watched Dante descend and dance through a tour of the circles of Hell, with the poet Virgil as a guide and partner, the RFB continued: "Because Jesus spent the day after the Crucifixion..."
"Harrowing Hell," I said, not taking my eyes from screen.
"...he went down to..."
"Harrow Hell."
"....save the people born before Christianity..."
"The Harrowing of Hell!"
"What?"
"It's called the Harrowing of Hell. It's like you couldn't even hear what I was saying!"
"Well, I never heard it called that."
The Resident Fan Boy is also a son of the rectory, so I, the lifelong Unitarian, was rather surprised.
"You've never heard of the Harrowing of Hell?"
"Well, I guess you're the one who studied theology..."
English literature, actually. It did come up.
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